Listen To The Libtards Squeal....

ANO

Please sing along to the tune of Bruce Hornsby's Mandolin Rain...We'll call it Whiners In Pink Tutus...

The chances came and went
To reign in the defeat
Masquerading as caring for American Troops
We scowl and then we sneer
As they fast run away
They won't know what hit them as Patriots rise again.

Listen as the whiners in pink
Listen as the shriekers of stink
Listen as True Patriots drown out all the hatred
Listen as the banshees wail
A sad sight to behold
Disgusting doom and gloom
It must hurt to be as so

A sad state of affairs
Listening to the banshees whine and squeal so
As our brave Troops protect and serve those
That hate them so
We Patriots will meet you on every turn
And crush your sad and pathetic screed

Listen as the whiners in pink
Listen as the shriekers of stink
Listen as True Patriots drown out all the hatred
Listen as the banshees wail
A sad sight to behold
Disgusting doom and gloom
It must hurt to be as so

Running out of all their steam
They fathom not the damage that they've wrought
It echoes across the nation's land
That they have no legs upon which to stand

Listen as the whiners in pink
Listen as the shriekers of stink
Listen as True Patriots drown out all the hatred
Listen as the banshees wail
A sad sight to behold
Disgusting doom and gloom
It must hurt to be as so

The tide's changing now
We watch as hatred dies the death
And we hear the Patriots Call of Pride and
The rolling thunder
Of Victory's cost far outweighs
A defeatists lament to surrender

Listen as the whiners in pink
Listen as the shriekers of stink
Listen as True Patriots drown out all the hatred
Listen as the banshees wail
A sad sight to behold
Disgusting doom and gloom
It must hurt to be as so